Brotherhood

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Brotherhood

Come, brothers all!

Shall we not wend

The blind-way of our prison-world

By sympathy entwined?

Shall we not make

The bleak way for each other’s sake

Less rugged and unkind?

O let each throbbing heart repeat

The faint note of another’s beat

To lift a chanson for the feet

That stumble down life’s checkered street.